Purple Bandana

There was a guy who used to hang around town. We’d see him in stores and on the bike trails, in waiting rooms and in line at the bank. We called him Purple Bandana Man, because he always wore a purple bandana. And he was everywhere, it seemed. We would joke that there must be copies of him, maybe an army of Purple Bandana Men, because he’d appear in the most unlikely of places.

We’re talking weird. This one day, he was across the street with a metal detector, just minding his business, looking for his mothership or something. This was around noon, when we were heading downtown for lunch. And there he was, at the restaurant, eating a burrito without a care in the world. Sure, it’s possible that he drove the back roads to beat us there, or took some shortcuts on his bike. And this wasn’t an isolated event, either. It was eerie, to be sure.

We probably should have chalked it up to the purple bandana. Because they’re pretty awesome. A bit unusual, not the red or blue bandanas that you usually see. Just a nice, pleasant shade of purple. The exact shade of purple you’d wear if you could be in all places at all times.